Even when they were together, Miranda and Paul didn't spend much time being affectionate. Most of the time, they were in front of their own computer, either organizing data or editing their thesis. As for discussions…One studied physics and the other biology. Even when their fields occasionally ov
The two of them pushed the shopping cart to the checkout counter. Their purchases filled up two large bags. Paul didn't let Miranda carry anything. He insisted on carrying everything back to the apartment himself. Miranda couldn't help but laugh when she saw him walking so swiftly. "Slow down, Pau
"I just want you to be happy and not caught between difficult choices," Paul said. Miranda held his hand under the blanket. "I'm really not uncomfortable with this. I just want to give it a shot. Like you said—maybe I can help ease the tension and get on better terms with Mrs. Jefferson."After all
"Tomorrow?" Miranda was momentarily taken aback."I haven't said yes yet. We can pick another time," Paul said.She smiled. "No need. I'm fine with tomorrow.""Alright." He turned toward the balcony, probably to call his mother.Miranda watched his retreating figure and sensed the ease and happiness
When Yale heard Miranda's words, his grin widened in satisfaction. "Paul, did you hear that? Did you? Now that's how it's done."Miranda then greeted Felix and Susan and addressed them as Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson.Susan smiles warmly. She was wearing a blue satin dress, and her hair was neatly pinned
Miranda paused for a moment before correcting herself. "Thank you, Susan."Yale quickly chimed in, "No worries. It's just a form of address, it doesn't really matter."Susan smiled and added, "Well, there is a slight difference. One is more formal and the other is slightly casual. Besides, even thou
Brewing tea had become one of Miranda's ways to pass the time during those days, and she'd grown to genuinely enjoy it. Naturally, if she could brew it, she could certainly appreciate it. The moment she took a sip, she recognized the tea—it was Silver Needle tea, and it was of the finest quality.F
"What's wrong with you today, Paul?" Yale pulled him into the study and shut the door behind them.Paul looked confused. "What do you mean?""You wouldn't even let your girlfriend sit next to Mom at lunch, and now that Mom wants to take her for a walk, you have to tag along too? What, do you think s
Under Susan's gaze, Jenny felt a chill run down her spine. "You… Why are you acting so weird? Are you mute? You don't look like it from how you're dressed."She shot Susan a glare and muttered, "Crazy woman," before heading back into her apartment building. Susan stayed rooted to the spot. Her face
They made it back from the school to Harold's place just in time for dinner. After dinner, Lionel and his family said their goodbyes. Upon seeing this, Leonard's family made their exit right after. Jenny walked them to the door before collapsing onto the couch, clutching her lower back. "What a ti
Paul's genes ensured both good looks and a decent figure. On top of that, judging by how generous he was with his gifts, he clearly wasn't just an ordinary college professor. He probably came from an affluent family. Elite families like his often went back several generations, which meant his rela
Since it was the end of the year, the students were all on holiday. The vast school grounds felt a little deserted. Dallas Urban, the school's security guard, noticed Lionel coming from a distance. He stepped out of the guard booth and greeted him cheerfully, "Mr. Sutton!" Then his gaze landed on
"There's still a pile of pots and pans in the kitchen waiting to be cleaned," Jenny complained."I'm just like a maid that's born to toil endlessly, unlike you who can enjoy such an easy life. "You should really learn from Lionel. He cooks every time they host a gathering. You two are brothers, but
"I'm cooking something," Paul said. "Why are you cooking this late at night?" Susan asked. "I wanted a midnight snack."Susan knew her son didn't normally eat late. Clearly, he was cooking for someone else. The thought worsened her mood. "When are you planning to come back to Elgerson?" she asked
Suddenly, Miranda stopped walking. She turned to face Paul and said seriously, "Thank you, Paul, for coming to Lumberville to spend Christmas with me. And… thank you for being in my life."Paul was slightly taken aback. Then, he gently squeezed her hand. "You dummy. I should be the one thanking you.
Yale wasn't too pleased. "But… I was just trying to clear the way for you. Am I wrong for doing that?"He couldn't help but feel a little wronged. Paul softened his tone and explained, "That's not what I meant. First off, Mom had already agreed to me coming to Lumberville. There was no need for lie
"Oh, you're back? What were you guys doing?" Lionel came out of the kitchen, still wearing his apron. He looked a little puzzled when he saw everyone gathered around Paul and Miranda. "Dad…" Miranda was about to go over with the shopping bags, but Paul had already taken them from her before she cou